Small shack in the outlands. Nothing particularly shabby - nothing too suspect, either. We've kept secluded enough for now.
The condensation on the bathroom mirror makes it slightly more challenging to shave the amateur beard that attempted itself over this last week - a long razor, left in one of the nearby drawers, put to use immediately.
I wince at the small sharp pains - unavoidable, I suppose.
I clean off the spots of blood with a dirty white towel, no longer virginal post-shave, and proceed back into the main room upon blowing out the candle.
'Infinity' - she lies before me on one of the camp beds, completely naked as if it were so natural do such a thing in the presence of strangers, alone together, in the middle of nowhere.
"Must you?"
I utter passively. She simply glances up towards me without expression.
I sigh and sit on the edge of my bed, unlacing my boots and shaking them off onto the cold, sequoia floor.
"I suppose we leave early tomorrow?"
She doesn't speak, merely turning onto her side to face away from me. My eyes glare into her bare back for a few moments before stripping the rest of my clothing off and covering my body under the thin sheet. I rest my eyes.
It must have been around 1:30 in the morning when I woke again; the candle had gone out, and all that lit the room now was a thick ray of moonlight, shining in quarters through the main room window. At first I hadn't noticed, but as my surroundings continued to translate in my mind I could feel something strapping my wrists down. Hands?
As I looked down, I discovered the creature leading me nowhere to be sucking slowly up and down my growing length. I snarled quickly.
"I assume there's a word your kind uses in place of 'no', but until I discover it would you kindly fuck off?"
